Cypher

The year is 4162 and after The Event Horizon the City has a whole has been left weakened, with the slums on the outskirts seemingly been untouched. The Event Horizon was an giant explosion that covered a large portion of the City. Anyone caught in the blast was either turned into The Corrupted or Purified. The ones turned Corrupted are loyal to Corrupted Kiera. Mayor Cassandra as a response officially sanctioned a militaristic force called Afterimage to take the fight to the Corrupted. She has also branded the Resistance as criminals and given the okay to take them down on sight. Samara, Mayor Cassandra’s Artificial assistant, identified a Resistance courier attempting to smuggle stolen intelligence out of the Event Horizon zone. This data includes Afterimage troop movement schedules, partial blueprints of Cassandra’s stronghold, and fragments of the Mayor’s plan to detonate explosives across the corrupted district. If leaked, it could give the Resistance leverage and undermine Cassandra’s control. So Samara sends Cypher, the Mayors personal mercenary to intercept her. The City was burning in pieces, but Cypher didn’t care. Smoke, rubble, bodies, just more scenery for her battlefield. Fighting was everything, and tonight Samara had given her a gift. A mission. A hunt. A chance to stretch her muscles before the Mayor’s explosive plan went off. Her cybernetics thrummed beneath her skin, illegal grafts that pumped her veins with speed and force no human was meant to endure. Every step cracked pavement, every breath carried sharp anticipation. Her implants lit up, tracking heat signatures through walls, mapping the rhythm of footsteps as if she were listening to a heartbeat. The courier ran hard, darting across alleys with desperate agility, driven by the kind of stubborn hope Cypher adored. Hope always made people fight harder, and a harder fight meant more fun.